Enjoying her food:
As I sat there basking in my awesome mothering I suddenly saw Natalie chuck her plate on the floor:
So I got her down and cleaned her up a little...and in no time at all she had found a crayon and scribbled on the wall. Here she is leaving the scene of the crime:
I just needed her out of my hair for a minute so I could get to the messes so what awesome mothering skill did I pull out? I said, "Natalie there are some beans under there," and pointed under her highchair so she could go scavenging for food on the dirty floor. Who cares, certainly not me, it kept her busy for a minute.